Imagine the scene - curled up in a comfy chair with a good book in front of a log fire. The wind driven rain lashing against the windows. TC calls to me from the kitchen door to ask if I want anything from town as he is popping out. OK I yell, give me 2 minutes.

"You must be mad" was the comment as I arrived at the car in running kit.

"I thought you could drop me near the main road and I will run home" was my reply.

A short run of 3km, but better than no run at all was my logic.

Now back home, showered and waiting for the kettle to boil for a cup of tea then back to fire, chair and book. Bliss!

Well done for getting out there in the rain! I don't mind getting out in a bit of drizzle, and I don't mind if it pours down after I've started a run as I'm always baking hot within minutes but I'm not sure I could start a run like that. Maybe in the summer...!